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[Independence Day Special][Short Story] Pis-Aller

  "He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well"-John Milton He was in his nineties now, slow, fragile and nearing death. Still, every day he used to wake up at 6 in the morning and stare outside the window, blankly. They said when he was young, he was agile, healthy and quick, no one knew what his profession was, but he did retire rich at the age of fifty-five. His only son used to visit the old rooms twice a day, 'Baba, I request you again. Come with us to the big house. What is there in this dump?' his son used to question. 'I can't leave now, there is one final task left son,' he used to smile, 'One final task.' Baba had sent all the furniture from the room to the new house but kept himself a bed and the jewel beaded box. 'No one has ever removed the box from under the diwan since last 20 years, baba,' the daughter-in-law use to question, 'Don't let the servants, but please let me

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The plan for my first plan journey began with something like this- my boss in Delhi wanted me there in office urgently. He issued a flight ticket for the capital. My mind screamed with ecstasy as this would not only be an all expense paid trip to Delhi, it will also be the shortest journey back to an office.

The first thought that actually came into my mind was that of 9/11 and the next one was from the plane in the final destination movie. None of them helped me with the anxiety as I stood in the line, holding a cup of coffee, to board the flight 212 from SpiceJet.

As the plane took off, giving a light bump and disturbing my anxiety for a nano second, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly are the safety provisions if something goes wrong in this? Before the landing, the air hostess did give a demonstration and explain about the safety but they mentioned nothing about sky diving or free-fall for that matter.

As the plane ascended at 37,000 feet, slowly, the anxiety died down and I actually took a peep outside the window. And the view outside was majestic!! For a brief moment, I could feel my eyes stretched, my eyebrows hiked and my mouth curled to mumble the word-'Wow!'

Sitting in a giant metal tube, hallmarked with human engineering we are trespassing in the abode of God and asserting our dominance on the sky. My train of thoughts was disturbed by a beep to grab my attention. The aircraft crew shamelessly announced that they will be starting the food service. Still apprehensive about the food prices and the quality.

As the heavy makeup glad woman rolled out the tray of food, I somehow missed the unhealthy food I gorged on in the trains so far. By this time on the train, I would have consumed a lot of vada pav and then hogged on the chicken curry with veg biryani on the Daund railway station (I refuse to call the abomination they sell as Chicken biryani). As I dug into the costly and warm veg sandwich, the prospect of eating delicious momos from the atta market in the evening kept my spirits high.

As the plane lightly turned, I remembered the final moment in the Matrix Revolution and the real reason Neo was fighting for. This view outside the window is worth fighting the machines for. The air hostess returns with all the fake smile she could muster to pick up the trash from the sandwich. Her colleague offers me a free bottle of water when the middle-class mind inside me screams with joy. The idea that you get a free bottle of water at a high altitude made me do the one unthinkable thing every middle-class person does- kept ordering it.

As the water entered the system, it was now looking for an outlet. Such in the state of one's mind is that the moment I stood from the seat, the PA system beeped and the pilot called to my attention, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated fasten your seatbelts. No one will be allowed to use the washrooms!!!!’ Damm you middle-class mind.

With heavy heart and a heavy bladder, I fastened my seat belt, shrinking in the seat, hoping beyond hope that the landing anxiety does not hit and the carefully controlled bladder does not burst up.

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[Independence Day Special][Short Story] Pis-Aller

  "He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well"-John Milton He was in his nineties now, slow, fragile and nearing death. Still, every day he used to wake up at 6 in the morning and stare outside the window, blankly. They said when he was young, he was agile, healthy and quick, no one knew what his profession was, but he did retire rich at the age of fifty-five. His only son used to visit the old rooms twice a day, 'Baba, I request you again. Come with us to the big house. What is there in this dump?' his son used to question. 'I can't leave now, there is one final task left son,' he used to smile, 'One final task.' Baba had sent all the furniture from the room to the new house but kept himself a bed and the jewel beaded box. 'No one has ever removed the box from under the diwan since last 20 years, baba,' the daughter-in-law use to question, 'Don't let the servants, but please let me

[Short Film] Ginger Chai

Two completely different people, Shailaja- confused, complicated and confounded, Moncy- Simple, Smart but speechless. They meet in an unexpected moment sizzled like the spice of a hot Ginger Chai. Can love blossom over a cup of tea? Based on a Short Story 'Ginger Chai' published on Sidoscope. Jump to Teaser | Song | Movie Teaser Song Music Team: Music: Yogesh Potdar & Sabalil Das Lyrics : Vikas Singh Singer : Shreya Kkhole Watch the film Starring: Pratika Zute, Mohit Mane, Samuel Dhilpe Special Appearance: Rachna Gupta Director, Editor & Screenplay: Chaitanya Kabe Original Story & Dialogues: Siddhesh Kabe Associate director & Makeup: Avanti Pillai Cinematographer:   Samuel Dhilpe Voice: Snehal Joshi, Saurabh Shiral, Subin Jacob & Shobhana Kabe Casting:  Roshani Punjabi Creative Director:  Subin Jacob

[Short Film] Andc's Drama Called Death

Aditya Singhal had given up on his life and was contemplating suicide. His feeble attempts to die are foiled by a mysterious stranger, who explains him the value of life and gives him sound advice for the real cost of life. Armed with the new courage Singhal returns to the living world, will the newfound courage help him climb up? Will Aditya Singhal return a transformed man? Starring: Shreya Rasam and Chaitanya Kabe Cast: Madhuri Jadhav and Kunal Patil Director, Editing, and Music: Chaitanya Kabe Screenplay: Siddhesh Kabe and Chaitanya Kabe Makeup: Supriya Cinematographer: Kiran Aparadh Associate and Production Controller: Subin Jacob This film is loosely based on the Short Story titled, ' Add a little drama to your death '. And again featured a manifestation of death. Dharma or Death appears in multiple times in my  multiverse  and you can read more stories about  Dharma here .